The Life Assurer's Handbook and Key to Life Assurance

Bathing serenely together in the cloud of steam. "Screwy," he blistered to himself. Blew out: "Chicks do all that stuff with each other all the time and think nothing of it. Just set down a chunk of hung cockflesh and a sack of marbles beside them and they get all ga-ga and go for it in their heads they want to marry you-instead of goodtime fucking and sucking." Lafayette did not know that much about this town. But he had been assured early in his life that his mom had once been the wife of the famous and rich and purportedly larcenist adventurer and explorer Uncle LeRoy LaRue. Now how did that go? The bloodlines were confusing as sin and as thick or thin as you liked. He hiked his leather leggings out of his boots. Stripped the pantlegs open with the zippers running up the sides. Frigged open his leather vest. Lafayette stood naked as rawhide except for his knee-high boots and studded vest. If these fillies were also somehow sired by Uncle Roy via one of his official or unofficial wives or were otherwise kissing cousins to Lafayette: Why, Lafayette had every right to want to smooch them good night. "The fuck out of here, dear," it was Little Ramona who peeped Wearily. "But before you go, Lafayette you might as well make yourself useful to us in some way ...»